I don't believe this was meant to be.
I don't believe I was meant to be human. I don't believe I was meant to be here, on earth, in this universe. I don't think, act, love, live, etc like other people. I think God (who or whatever it is) either put me here as an experiment, a joke, or by mistake.
I don't believe I belong in this universe.
I also know I'm not the only one.
I believe I was meant to be a monster. An old slippery monster who lives in the depths of caves telling jokes to the albino things that live among me.
I hate this place, this world. It makes me want to shed my skin every time I come home from being out in public.
On another note, My late sister would have been 30 today. She died 9 years ago. In those 9 years the pain has not dulled in any way. I actually think the pain may be driving me insane. Hence the above rant.
I don't believe I belong in this universe.
I also know I'm not the only one.
I believe I was meant to be a monster. An old slippery monster who lives in the depths of caves telling jokes to the albino things that live among me.
I hate this place, this world. It makes me want to shed my skin every time I come home from being out in public.
On another note, My late sister would have been 30 today. She died 9 years ago. In those 9 years the pain has not dulled in any way. I actually think the pain may be driving me insane. Hence the above rant.